His broken promise, and to give this napkin,
[154] Dyed in his blood, unto the shepherd youth
[155] That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. [Rosalind swoons.
Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede! sweet Ganymede!
Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on blood.
[158] Cel. There is more in it. Cousin Ganymede!
Oli. Look, he recovers.
[160] Ros. I would I were at home.
Cel.
We’ll lead you thither.